Hey, You Said I Have A Brother?
by Guineapig126
Summary: Alexis is a young lady... more like a tomboy... who has broken the law and has been on the run. However, when she is adopted by her new-found brother, Alex's life may change drastically, and it will change for the better.
1. Chapter 1

**Hey guys, Guineapig126 here with a FanFiction of a FanFiction! You heard me right! The Idea came from Pinkittwice54's "**_**I'm related to a Youtuber?"**_**. So, thanks for letting me use the idea, we discussed the rules in the PM, so ONWARD! (Warning: I may cuss a little here. I mean, come on, the character is pretty hardcore and this is a T rated story.)**

"Ummm… What was that again?" I shouted, cupping my hand to my ear, right in his face.

"I said, stop lying around and get off of your lazy butt!"

"Well, I'm standing."

"Flamboyant…" he muttered, giving up and walking off. Yes! I don't have to work again! I can watch YouTube! Wait, he may send _them _up… shoot.

I am Alex. Yea, Alex. Don't forget it. Actually, don't forget any of the things I'm gonna tell you. I'll kill you in your sleep. Just kidding. Anyways, I'm 13, I have dirty blonde hair, and I am 5'4. I like to play softball, like I have any time to, and I usually wear a black Minecraft sweatshirt, black leggings, black combat boots, and a gray beanie. Don't mess with me, or I will _kill _you. Actually, that's why I'm here. Just kidding, again. I did do something against the law, however. And no, this isn't jail. It is a place for "troubled" juveniles to get adopted by any families who think they can take care of them. However, I just wanted to go back to the forest. The landscape of Montana is beautiful, and that was where I wanted to live. Now, I just didn't want to be _here._ Being the only girl is rough, even if you are basically just like a boy. And don't ask me how I got the sweatshirt.

"Get her!" I heard someone about my age coming at me.

_Oh shit, _I thought. _They're coming._

I dove underneath my bed. While I'm hiding, why don't I tell you a little more about myself? First off, I have watched _every single video _on the channels I check, BajanCanadian, JeromeASF, the rest of TC, Nooch, Woof, and Preston. I loved their channels, it was basically the only thing I do.

"Hey!" the leader yelled. "Stop hiding! We all have to do something!"

_Shut the hell up I'm trying to explain what I'm like to the fans you don't know about!_ I screeched in my head.

Moving on, Minecraft was my favorite game. As if I got to play that, too. There was no free time. They make it seem like it's a fun place, filled with sunshine and happiness to "nurture" us, like we haven't in our early childhoods. YouTube is my only safe-haven. It's the only time I laugh here.

"Maxwell! Stop that!" ordered the owner of this place. We were all scared of her. Take that, Max! You get a smacking now!

"Alexis, come from under the bed, I need to whip some shape into you!"

Well… Crap.

I inched out from under the bed, as Max slithered out, through the shadows.

I stood up, squared my shoulders, and prepared to take a hit for the team. Well, not for the team, for my independent pride. However, just as she reared up, ready to lay a hand on me…

_Ring! Ring!_

I couldn't stifle my sigh of relief. It was impossible, like holding your stuff in for too long. Anyways, she went to answer the phone. I had not tried to memorize her name, though. I think it was something like Mrs. Smith? Well, 1% of Americans have that last name… it's my best guess. Anyways, there was a phone in the corner of the room. She went to pick it up, and talked a little, casting glances at me.

_Why is she looking at me? I wish I could decode her emotions…_

That was it.

Anger, relief, and a mix of… jealousy ran through her eyes? She gave that look to many of the children who came out of here before 18, maybe she was never adopted from an orphanage of some sort…

Then I'm getting adopted? The last person who came here to look for a child to adopt are now the proud parents of my only friend, Bobby. That was the only time I cried. Maybe.

"Miss Alexis," she addressed me.

"What?" I said wearily. Every time you talk to this lady, you are treading on thin ice.

"You have living family.

"What did you say now?"

_**Mitch's POV**_

"Hey, what's going on doods, it's Mitch or BajanCanadian here with another episode of the Hunger Games, and I am here with-" I spun the mouse to change my character's sight to Jerome's bacca skin.

"Me!" he shouted over Skype.

"And I'm gonna win the Hunger Deens," I said confidently.

"No," he replied. "I am!"

"We'll see about that."

Just as I finished speaking, the phone rang.

"Darn it! This recording is already scrapped!" I shouted as I got up and went to the phone.

"Hello?" I said to the person on the other end.

"Hello. I am Mrs. Smith. It is a pleasure to be talking to you."

"And why would you be talking to me?"

"Because you have a sister at my orphanage."

"What now?"

"You have a sister. Didn't you know?"

"No. I didn't."

"Well, you do, and you can adopt her. As I understand, you are her only living family."

"Sure…"

"What do you say about adopting her?"

"If this isn't a prank… okay. I just need some information."

"Well, she's big on gaming, I have no clue why but she wears a sweatshirt that has this… blocky face on it. I have no clue what that is, though."

"How old is she?"

"Thirteen."

"Any other interests?" I inquired.

"Softball… and making music. She just sings random tunes, so that's what I assume she does. Overall, the girl is a mystery."

"What is her name?"

"Alexis. Alex for short."

"Okay… where is this orphanage?"

"Montana."

"Great," I mumbled. At least it's not all the way across the country.

"Well, do you have money to pay for a one-way plane?"

"Yes… I do."

"Well, then, I'll just need to get some of your information before I send her off tomorrow."

"Okay."

**And, chapter 1 is done! YEY. Sorry, it's a little short. But, for a prologue for me, it is EXTENDED. Prologues are not my strong suit… Anyways, signing out!**

**Anyways, no news, so signing out!**


	2. Chapter 2: Going HOME?

**I don't really have an A/N for this chapter… I'll just put 10 random words :D**

**Kumquat**

**Watermelon (Have to say it with the special O)**

**Spoon**

**Flub**

**MOTHERCYCLE!**

**Preposterous**

***nom***

**Fewd**

**Moe's**

**Dang, I got on dat food grind at the end… I just had a burrito from Moe's, if you know what that is…**

**ONWARD.**

"Dang…" I muttered, wandering aimlessly through the airport. I had no one to tell me where to go, and the ride had been HOURS. There are no airports in Montana WHATSOEVER.

Now that I may be done raging, I clenched the ticket. It felt like it lead to my destiny. My brother's name was Mitch… what a coincidence!

I still stumbled throughout, just following the crowd of people. I never had anyone to tell me the way through an _airport…_ In fact, I never had anyone. I was always independent.

The flight was planned to land at LAX, Los Angeles Int'l Airport. Where did the 'X' come from? I had no freaking clue. I always question the society.

"Miss!" someone called out to me. "You look lost. May I help?"

"No," I bluntly replied. "I never need help."

I may have been a little bit harsh… whatever. I walked away, not looking back. I wished I had something to listen to my favorite songs with, I could only sneak them at the old place.

I looked at the gate number. It said: _Gate #126_. Huh. That must be where the plane drives or whatever to pick us up. I faintly remember some of the tiny ones flying over the mountains, but this one was HUGE. I overheard a conversation, I was good at eavesdropping, and they were a few high-school girls discussing makeup.

"I know… This mascara look better on you."

"Yea, right?"

I sighed. That's the thing I hate about myself, that someone like that could be hidden inside of me…

I saw the gate and a bunch of chairs.

"Must be where I sit down."

No shit Sherlock!

The wait was not long at all. I apparently got there just in time. They were boarding everyone on, so I jumped on the line. No, I didn't actually _jump _on it… but it sounds like something I would do.

"Miss, are you alone on this plane ride?" asked someone at the front as I handed them the ticket.

"Yes…?"

"Okay." He proceeded to jot something down and ushered me aboard.

The plane was _huge_! It looked a lot smaller on the outside than on the inside. And it looked pretty big on the outside.

I ended up next to a kid about my age.

"Hey." She smiled.

"'Sup…"

"Are you on alone, too?"

"I may be…"

"I'll take that as a yes. Anyways, I'm Jessica."

"Nice to meet you," I said, trying to be polite.

"Where have you come from?"

"I came from Montana, and I'm going to L.A."

"Cool! This was a connecting flight from New York, if you didn't know."

"I didn't, is that where you came from?" I questioned. I hoped I wouldn't have to keep this up much longer.

"Yup. I'm being adopted."

"What a coincidence."

"You too?"

"Yea."

"What kind of orphanage? Mine was sweet and-"

"The brutal kind. I hated it there."

"Well, that's too bad. Mine was very nice."

"Who's adopting you?" she asked me after a few moments of silence, where I finally rejoiced that the conversation may be over.

"Some guy named Mitch."

"You don't even know him?!"

"Well, in the circumstance I'm in, my lost family has been overlooked for the past nine years… darned detectives. I could have never lived there after that one day."

"Wow… you're family hasn't known about you at ALL?"

"Only my brother. Only family alive."

"Well, I'm sorry…"

"It's okay. You don't have any living family, do you?"

"Well, mine's my brother, too…"

"Oh how much we have in common." I rolled my eyes.

"I know, right?"

_I was being sarcastic…_

At this point the plane was in the air.

The rest of the way was in silence, and I wanted it like that. It was my safe haven.

. . .

My eyes snapped open as the pilot announced, "We will be landing shortly. Please hold on to all of your belongings and get ready to exit."

"I fell asleep?" I muttered, Jessica or whatever rubbing her eyes next to me.

"It's over?" she groggily said.

"Yea."

I felt my stomach do flips as the plane came for a landing. I felt asphalt touch the wheels in a matter of seconds.

"Please exit. Please exit," I heard a mechanical voice repeat like a broken record.

I was off before Jessica could wake up fully. Outside, there were many seats, a few people in them.

"Oh, ground sweet ground! I never want to fly again!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I earned a gaze from two guys sitting next to each other. One flagged me over. I cautiously stepped forward until I was within ear range.

"Are you Alex?" one of them asked me.

"The one and only," I said bowing.

"He's Mitch," the one next to him said.

"I didn't need you to introduce me," Mitch, I think, said, shoving the other one in the chair.

"I believe that you are the one I was looking for," I said.

"Well, as he said, I'm Mitch, and he's-"

"Jerome!" the other one shouted.

"And he gets to do every introduction, I presume?"

"No… that's exactly why I did it just now…"

"Oh."

"Well, shall we get going?" asked my brother, Mitch.

"We shall…?"

"Why the uncertainty?" asked Jerome.

"I honestly have no clue. I'm a mystery to myself." _Or am I?_

"Then let's move!"

"So… I heard you play video games…" asked Mitch.

"Oh, really? What was your first clue?"

"The sweatshirt."

"Dang. I was hoping you wouldn't say that so I could display it to you." I was trying, as you can see, to be nice with the two. Now believe me, this was very difficult. I felt like rocks were pelting me after a little bit. Just keep that in mind.

I earned a little chuckle from the two.

"Did you have any luggage?"

"No. This is all I came with." I told them. However, I had to rush in that I had other clothing, I just didn't take it. It was all too small, anyways.

"What do you like to do? The owner only told me that you like softball."

"Oh… I like to snowboard and skateboard too. But, this is L.A., and I doubt I would be able to snowboard here."

"Favorite color?"

"Black."

"Favorite animal?"

"Dragon."

"Favorite-"

"Gosh! You might as well shine a light on me and interrogate me in the police station again!"

"Again…?"

Whops. Well, that was a big mistake.

"Uhhh…" I searched for a cover-up. "Force of habit."

Always works!

Maybe not.

Whatever.

"Well, you seem like you don't like 'girly' things," my brother pointed out.

"Really, captain obvious? What was your first clue?"

"Sorry, sergeant sarcasm. And, my first clue was the skateboarding thing."

"You're the first person to answer that…" I gaped at him mockingly. "Just kidding."

"I was surprised for a second…"

"Hey!" Jerome yelled. "You forget about me?"

"Sorry, catching up here," I said.

We had some other small conversations, not really worth noting. We eventually got out of the airport and arrived home.

Wait, I have a home now.

What is it like?

I don't know yet, but I'll know in about five seconds.

Mitch opened the door to reveal someone sitting on the couch.

"Ian! We're home!"

I saw him get up off the couch.

"I'm right here if you're looking for me," I said, revealing myself from the shadows.

"You can hide well," he remarked.

"Yea… I guess," I said, embarrassed. I was a really good hider.

"You don't look _anything_ like Mitch, by the way," said Ian. He was very right. _Not!_ I have the same brown eyes, but my hair was brunette. Therefore, I looked something like Mitch, even if it was just a little.

"Guys!" Mitch called. "I'm home!"

Wow, how I was a big event here.

The others came tumbling down the stairs – figuratively – and stood in the living room… I think that's what it was called.

"Introduce yourselves… GO!" shouted Mitch.

"You didn't have to put me on the spot like this!" shouted the first one. "Anyways, my name is Adam."

"I'm Jason," another one said.

"My name is Ian, as you know."

"I am Quentin… and don't call me a fish." That got everyone to chuckle. I widened my eyes a bit. Realization struck me.

"My name is Ty."

"Nice to meet you all," I said, mock bowing. Instead, I called out other names, "Sky, MinecraftUniverse, SSundee, Husky, Deadlox, JeromeASF, and Benja."

They all stared at me. I rolled my eyes. "Hardcore fans will _always _recognize the only people they laughed with, or at, for three years."

"And, you aren't freaking out?" asked Ian.

"Nope. I've learned to act calm for my whole life." It was true, I usually didn't show any emotion. "But, trust me, I just made the realization. Like connecting two and two, to make four."

"Why the four?" asked Jason.

"It's my own thing. I never understood why they only said two and two. So, I made it four." My logic was fool-proof. Or so I thought.

"I thought two and two equaled Quentin," said Adam, pointing at him with a weird face.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, cocking my head.

"Uhhh, two plus two equals…" he held it out for a dramatic effect, "FIASH."

"I'M NOT A FISH!" screamed Quentin.

"Don't worry," I reassured him, "I am a firm believer that Mudkips are amphibians. They are based of the axolotl, another amphibian. I played a lot of Pokemon before."

"Yes! In yo faces! Theory disproved by a… How old are you?"

"Thirteen," I told him with an 'are you dumb?' look.

He looked a little scared of me for a second, and then continued, "by a thirteen year old!"

"I have a feeling you're not going to fit in here," said Ian. "We all still think he is a fish."

"Look at him… does he look like a fish?" I pointed out.

"Wow… you're such a pessimist…" said Mitch.

"It's called a realist," I corrected. "Living by yourself for nine years really changes your theory on life. Huh. I usually don't talk that smart," I added.

"Why don't we settle you in…" said Mitch. "This may get a little too awkward."

"Why would it be awkward? I'm just giving you opinions… Let's go," I said.

"I'm glad you agreed," he said.

We went up a set of stairs, to a long hallway. I could count about ten rooms.

"The one on the end to the right is the one we picked out for you," said Mitch. "It already has a bed and such in there."

"Thanks," I mumbled, holding my head high and walking to the room. I felt my brother put a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yup. Fine," I said.

"Just… tell me if anything's wrong, okay?" he asked me.

"Okay."

I reached the end of the hallway, dragging open the door. It reminded me of the one to Narnia because there was some pretty awesome stuff in there.

I held back from squealing, and shouted, "Yes!"

From what I could see, there was a twin bed, a chestnut nightstand and dresser, a mini-television, and best of all, a beastly-looking computer.

"You like it? I arranged the stuff!" I heard Jerome yell from downstairs.

"Yea! I really like it! Thanks!"

I walked downstairs, and realized that I would need clothing. Wow, what a wonderful time to realize that. I stepped three stairs at a time, leaping onto the couch.

"What are we doing today?" I asked, looking at the clock. It read 6:28.

"Dinner anyone?" suggested Adam.

"What should we get?" asked everyone, except me. I just sat there, staring at something I've always wanted to use.

"Hey guys…" I said, pointing at the Xbox, "can I play that? I've always wanted to play it…"

"No!" screeched Adam. "It's off-limits!"

Ty slapped Adam on the back of his head. "It's not off-limits!"

I rolled my eyes and glided my finger along the circle to start it up. I heard the door slam shut, and I knew that Jason and Adam had left to go get the pizza. Quentin plopped down on the couch to my right, and Mitch to my left.

"So, whatcha' wanna do?" I asked evenly.

"Watch T.V.," suggested Quentin.

"I'm fine with that," said Mitch.

"Ahhh, family time," I said. "Now that I think about it, that's really weird to say right now." I rested my hands behind my neck, crossing my legs, and settled down for some television. It was just some random show on, so they flipped around. I just sat there wondering about the drastic changes in my life at the moment. So far, I had _family, _and other friends, or so I hoped if no backstabbing occurred, and I moved to Los Angeles out of all places. There was one thing I had t o think about though: Will what happened to my parents ever stop haunting me?

**Dayum! I'm writing really long chapters for this story! Double the length I actually do! Anyways, I want to do a question of the chapter for this story! So, it is: What kind of fusion occurs in a star? From the top of my head from Trivia Club, and I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! Peace out, Scientists! (New name!)**


	3. Chapter 3

**Heyro! Before you start wanting to kill me, I have a good excuse. School outlines take up a lot of your time. And, theres a new member of TC! Yay! That changes the plot! WAIT I HAVE A PLOT?! Getting of the topic of that, I should go onward cuz I don't want anyone waiting longer. FYI, I'll be able to work in recent events soon, do NOT worry. I'll still keep the people who left TC in, though. ONWARD!**

"We're ordering pizza! What should we get on it?" Ian called from the kitchen. None of us could cook, not even me. Seriously, I took a quiz once and it said I should probably be a guy… Whatever. I should learn how to cook.

"Meatlovers. I HAVE to have it!" I screamed. I was watching a good ol' fashioned episode of SpongeBob as the weekend drew to a close. It was the 2nd of March, and I had to take tests to place myself into a class at the local middle school.

"Plain!" shouted Quentin. I raged. I had never had meatlovers pizza, it was always "pepperoni" or "plain". Call me a little kid, but with all that sausage… I began to drool amidst my rage.

"You okay?" asked Ian as he stepped into the main room. My expression must have been priceless. Ian held up his phone to take a picture of my expression, and my hat started to flop. I squealed, tossing it on as quick as lightning and snapping out of my trance. It made my hair look black, how can I complain?

"Your expression…" Ian started, dying of laughter, "was _priceless._"

"Don't rub it in…" I muttered. "We all have issues."

Apparently, Mitch was a ninja. He snuck behind Ian, and I didn't see him before he shouted into the house, "Wanna come, Alex?"

I slipped on my boots before Ian could register what had happened.

"Dude… how did you sneak behind me? Did you see him, Alex?"

"I, honestly, did not see him," I replied. "Hook me up to a lie detector, it will not go off."

Ian sighed. "Whatever dood." He rolled his eyes, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking about. That was _usually _my skill.

"Bye guys!" Mitch shouted through the door, me bolting up behind him.

"I'm not even gonna bother calling shotgun, lol."

"Why do you say that irl?" Mitch retaliated.

"Why not? Rofl!" We went back and forth for a minute, using all of the internet abbreviations we knew. By the time we were done "arguing", we arrived at the pizza place. It was filled to the brim with people coming in and out. Others stood or sat inside eating various other types of food. Apparently Ian had called ahead. We had order #69 according to him.

The line was very, very long, like a snake in the mini-game on Mineplex. We were waiting for a good five minutes when I heard giggling from the corner. It was a few girls, my age, on iPhones. They were tweeting about something. And looking at me. I did NOT take that too well. There was something up.

"Excuse me," I said to Mitch, "I think I need to talk to some people." I gestured over to them.

"You really think that's a good idea?" he asked.

"Yes."

Before I could get an answer, I strode confidently over to them. I easily stood 4-6 inches above both of their heads.

"Anything I should know, girls?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Nope." One of them started giggling, while the other held it in. That's the problem with people my gender, they giggle and squeak, wear exuberant amounts of makeup, caked on might I add, and apparently can't try in sports.

"Such lie. Much wow." A Doge reference was too much for me to resist using.

"You're pretty ugly, you know that?" asked one, the shorter one. She had a light pink skirt and a matching tanktop on.

"Touché."

"Ummm, what does that mean?" the other one, in a baby blue version of the oufit, asked.

I rolled my eyes. Dumbasses much? "Same to you." My expression was blank.

"Oh, you're on!" she said in her squeaky girl voice. It honestly sounded like a five-year-old.

Before anything could happen, I turned around and said, "See you next week!" I did my best impression of them and turned away. Mitch was with the guy at the counter by now. He lifted the pizza of the counter and I followed him out. Before I climbed into the car, the one girl gave me a dirty look out the large window.

"Who are those people?" Mitch asked when we started to go back to the house.

"Just some girls that were being bitchy." I HATED people like that with a burning passion. "And I felt the need to inform them of what they were doing."

"Just… don't do that…" He said. He sounded the slightest like dad when saying that. I felt like crying now. Then again, I can hold it in.

We went back home, (Home, ikr?!) and brought in the pizzas. They shoved each other into the kitchen, and we struggled to get in.

"Move!" I shouted. "If you push me, you don't get the pizza!"

They shut up, only slightly, and I bolted in. Before anyone could move, I had a slice of the meatlovers on a paper plate.

"It must run in the family…" said Ian, the second one to take a plate and slap a slice on.

"Yea, totally." I chuckled a little, sitting down at the table.

"Woah, woah, woah there, little girl!" said Adam with a weird grin. He promptly began hysterically laughing as I shifted slightly to my right, away from him.

"What the hell dude?" I yelled.

"Me being insane, and we eat out in the living room."

"Oh." I blushed the slightest bit, there was only a kitchen and a dormitory in the orphanage. This had happened every time so far we had sat down to eat. I waltzed into the living room, doing twirls and such. I looked like I was really stupid, but funny. I heard a few chuckles. I did look really dumb, with my goofy grin and sloppy moves.

"So, what's on TV?" I asked.

"Nothing much, but I have to tell you something, Alex," said Mitch.

"What?" I asked, seriously puzzled. Wait, when was I ever serious? Well, I was now. Strange.

"I have to put off your testing for school because I'm going on a trip to Montreal, and I wanted you to come with me!"

"Why can't I just stay here?" I said, my speech muffled by the stack of beef on the bite of pizza in my mouth. It watered and tasted like heaven.

"Because I don't want to leave you here with these derps," he replied, looking at every single person. They began to revolt, slightly.

"Why don't you trust me, out of all people?" complained Jerome, mock hurt etched on his face.

"I'm pretty sure some amphibians can take care of each other," said Quentin. My skin was a shiny Mudkip.

"Fish," Ty corrected.

An argument escalated. I spectated, unentertained, eating my pizza.

"You know what? I wanna go," I said to everyone.

"You ruin all the fun," said Ty.

"What were you going to do to me?" I asked Ty, glaring at him.

"Uhhh… Record?"

"I'm gonna go pack up," I said, inhaling my slice of pizza, not literally, and jogging upstairs. If I'm as good of a stalker as I think I am, I knew about this before I was informed. Preston, Rob, and Lachlan are going to be there. Apparently.

No matter. I grabbed my suitcase, packing some clothes I had gotten while I was here, and a few other belongings.

"Mitch!" I yelled.

"What?" he yelled back, pizza in his mouth.

"I'm such a stalker, I know we're leaving in two days!"

I could hear silence, and then laughter erupted like a volcano from the couch.

"Hey! I can tell you anything and everything about what you're planning to do."

I went silent, packing up and then deciding to film a short video. I wanted to do an Attack of the B-Team Lets Play. For my channel, KittyHats. Hey, I like cats and hats! Nothing wrong with that name… Maybe I should have done something to do with Mitch's name. Meh.

I quickly downloaded the Technic Launcher, and started up Attack of the B-Team. I quickly ran downstairs, and told the guys to shut up or die. I promptly, after bolting back up the stairs, started up a new world, which I titled, "Attack of the B-Team Lets Play World".

I set up my headset and mic, and began. Hey guys, what's up, KittyHats here…"

**Ugh. Got that done. Writers block + research paper, when there's deadlines and umpteen test grades involved, is stressful, painful, and time-consuming. Oh well, I wont complain and I'll rejoice in the fact that I entertained my lovely followers! See ya later, and signing out, scientists!**


	4. Stupid Government Is Stupid STOP SOPA!

**So, if you guys haven't heard, the SOPA Act, Stop Online Piracy Acts, is here. And that means, if it gets passed, all FanFiction, FanArt, etc., will be considered illegal. Stupid government is stupid. (I have a freedom of speech, hell yea! First amendment!) Anyways, if any of you are able to sign this petition: .gov/petition/stop-sopa-2014/q0Vkk0Zr on the White House website by March 19****th****, and it reaches 100,000 signatures, then the SOPA Act has to be stopped. Please sign it, even though I may not be able to, every signature counts! We don't want our imagination to be limited! #StopSOPA2014!**


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